CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Flipping the piece of paper over, my eyes land on a blank space.
Wait that’s it!!, it can’t be, I mumble as I scan through the other sheets I haven’t read through yet.
They weren’t part of the letter from dad, but an inventory of some sort. It didn’t even make sense to me so I flung it across the room in frustration.
How can he just end a letter that way. Well I know he is dad, and also he is as strange as he is human, so it shouldn’t really bother me now that he is the way he is, yet I wasn’t just ready to end the letter just.
I had secretly hoped that he would go on and on to talk about anything and anything that had caught his fancy. He did say he hoped the letter will give mum strength, so he should have been polite enough to ramble on about absolutely anythin
